Where empty the table, and flreless the hearth.

The wine-cup was drained, until poverty's hand*
With long, bony fingers, to meet the demand,
Held a viler decoction, its purpose the same.
To poison the life-blood, and madden the brain.

One course, and one only, can bring us relief.

Can banish the demon, and give joy for grief;

We must plant our feet firmly, with God-given mighty

For abstinence total, for virtue aiid right.

MABY DWINEIX CHSLUi.



The Bunh'Mend^s Song*

I i>ASH along through the thoughtless throng.
With my banner of flame unfurled;

My poisonous breath is scattering death.
As I rush o*er a ruined world.

I snatch the bread ft'om the child unfed,

I mock at the mother's tear ;
My mirth rings out with the wildest shout»

As I dance on the father's bier.

I bind with a chain the statesman's brain,

I murder the patriot's hope ;
I burn out reason, I smile on treason,

And play with the hangman's rope.



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I spread my pinions o'er Christ's dominions^

And ministers qaail with dread ;
While Ruin and Slaughter, my son and daughter,

Are smiling wherever I tread.

With a sneer or Arown, I am tearing down

Whatever the good men prize ;
While my light-house, the prison, has higher rlseiii

Till it pierces the blood-red skies.

Then, hail to the world 1 my banner's nnftiiledt
Emblazoned with " death," and " woe 5 *•

Will you join my throng as we rush along
To the bottomless haunts below?



Have Couroife to Say Kom

Tou'RB starting to-day on life's Jonmey^

Alone on the highway of life;
You'll meet with a thousand temptationi;

Each city with evil is rife.
This world is a stage ot excitement;

There's danger wherever you go;
But if you are tempted in weakness,

Have courage,. my boy, to say no.

The siren's sweet song may allure yoa|

Beware of her cunning and art;
Whenever you see her approaching.

Be guarded and haste to depart.
The billiard saloons are Inviting,

Decked out in their tinsel and show >
Yon may be invited to enter;

Have courage, my boy, to say no.

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The bright ruby wine may be oflTered,—

No matter how tempting it be,
From poison that stings like an adder.

My boy, have the courage to flee.
The gambling halls are before you,

Their lights how they dance to and fro;
If you should be tempted to enter.

Think twice, even thrice, ere you go.

In courage alone lies your safety,

When you tlie long journey begin.
And trust in a heavenly Father

Will keep you unspotted ftom 3in.
Temptations will go on increasing,

As streams from a rivulet flow.
But if you are true to your manhood,

Have the courage, my boy, to say no.



Wearing the Badge*

You see I wear the badge of the Band of Hope; and I
am more proud of it than of anything else I ever wore.
I should like to wear It all the time, just to show my
colors.

Yesterday, I passed a man hugging a lamp-post ; and
.he called out after me, " There goes a little temperance
fanatic." I stopped and looked at him, wondering how I
should feel in his shoes. Ragged shoes, they were, — so
ragged, you could almost count his toes. Hia hat looked
as though it had been used for a football; and his
coat, —but, oh, dear me! I won't try to describe his
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father says he was onee a bright, handsome bojf.and the
best scholar in school. Just think Of it. And ram has
made him what he is, poor, ragged, and despised. He
seemed to consider the lamp-post his best friend, and I
gaess it was ; for it gave him a support. For all that, I
shouldn't care to hug a lamp-post.

I never thought of saying anything when he shouted
after me ; but I should like to ask somebody If a drunk-
ard isn't an intemperance fanatic? He Is certainly
devoted to one idea, and that. idea is contained in the
rum-bottle. If that isn't being a fanatic, I don't know
what is.

There are plenty such lying round, loose, in old
clothes, and rum-shops ; and we don't intend to« help
swell the number. Our Band of Hope boys have some-
thing to do better than guzzle liquor, for the benefit of
those who sell it. We shall patronize the shoemaker
and tailor, rather than the rumseller.

Another thing, — we shan't tire our arms, and Areeze
our hearts hugging lamp-posts, you may depend upon
that.

HART DWINELL CHBLLI8*



God Sends no Beer or Wine.

Some say that wine and beer by God were sent.
And hence they cry, they for our use are meant;
But I say. No. God sends no beer or wine.
*Tis true, he sends the barley and the vine.
But these will nothing harm. The luscious grape,
Instead of leading to the drunken scrape,
Delights, refreshes. Grapes don't lead to crime.
And lay men in their graves before their time.

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Thcj make none act the fool, and challenge all

However powerful, and big, and tall,

To battle fierce (though standing 'gainst a wall

To keep from falling). Grapes make no man mad, -«

But press them^ keep their juice, and spoil it, then

It has that ill effect ; yea, 'tis so bad

That oft 'tis found, the drinker of it can

Sing with wild joy when his last shilling's spent

In what does harm, though short of food and rent*

And barley, too, those who eat cakes of that,

Will not be injured ; they may make them fat.

But spoil the barley, turn it into ale,

Its ill effects then make a woeftil tale.

And as we know that men of skilful mind,

By science, can, from most things sent by Heaye%

Draw drinks intoxicating ; hence we find

No proof arising, of the weakest kind,

From grapes and barley being unto us given,

That wine and beer are for our use designed.



The Good Time Coming*

Yes, the good time is coming,

So runneth the song ;
And we children are trying

To help it aloBg.

"We're beginning in earnest,

Bight here. In our Band,
And our pledge we shall offer

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Do you know what is promised,

By taking this pledge ?
Do yon know the full import

Of wearing this badge ?

Take the pledge, and we're guarded

By honor and truth ;
Wear the badge, and a halo

Encircles our youth.

While for some there Is bondage.

Our lives will be free ;
And a glad, smiling Aiture

Our heritage be.

We shall win in this conflict

With darkness and wrong ;
We have sworn, and our purpose

Is earnest and strong.

MABT DWINBLL CHBLUS.



Beware of, the First Glass!

Thb secret of being sober, and of keepipg sober, is to
avoid the flrst glass.

If you determine not to take the first glass, nobody
can make you take the second.

It is the first glass that the conscience grapples with ;
this taken, conscience grows weaker with every succeed-
ing glass.

All the drunkenness in the kingdom began with the

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first glass, and often at the family table ; It is generally
there that youth have their first temptation.

Before you take the first glass, you are perfectly sober,
bot not quite afterwards; and the second and the third
are fhrther removes from perfect sobriety.

There is more excuse for a man taking the second and
the third glass, than there is for taking the first ; because
H is the first that rouses the appetite. How many times
have you determined only to take one glass; and yet,
this taken, you have gone on taking one after another?

The whole controversy betwixt the teetotalers and
the drinkers resolves itself into the propriety of taking
the first glass.

To the first glass may be traced the greatest portion
of poverty, crime, lunacy, bankruptcy, and premature
deaths, as surely as you can trace the expanding river
to the single spring.

Oh, beware, do beware, of the. first glass! Abstain
entirely, and you are safe.



mght On!



•FianT on, fight on, ye warriors true and brave I
Fight on, and far aloft your banners wave ;
Wave the broad banner o*er the battle-field.
Bear on with stalwart arm the temperance shield.
Use well your swords, fast let the arrows fly ;
Your cause is just, the tyrant soon must die ;
Strong has he been, And still he counts on strengthf
Presuming to exhaust his foes at length.
But still press onward, scorn to fear the foe
Whose hearts are base, demoralizing, low.

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The demon, Drink, must fly before your face ;

Ko longer let him curse the human race.

The enemy alike of God and man,

Through him the woes of thousands first began.

Let us, then, join together haud and heart ;

Let every son of temperance bear a part

Against the traffic in the accursed drink.

By which (oh, dreadful thought I) vast myriads sink

Down into realms of woe, the dread abode;*

Where Alcohol, the enemy of God,

Was long ago by fiendish arts designed

To bring about the ruin of mankind.



Oni Brothers f On I

Ok ! brothers, on ! though the night be ^one,

And the morning glory breaking ;
Though your toils be blest, ye may not rest^

For danger's ever waking.
Ye have spread your sail, ye haye braved the giXtp

And a calm o'er the sea is creeping;
But I know by the sky that danger's nigh, —

There's yet no time for sleeping I

Still dingy walls nurse midnight brawls ;

Up ft*om the vale is wreathing
A fatal cloud, the soul to shroud.

While man its poison's breathing.
Still vice Is seen in glittering sheen,

In the ruby bubble laughing ;
Bat Death his shrine has reared in wine.

And the young blood he Is quaffing.

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When the beaker's brim with the rust is diiA,

Because no lip wiU press it, —
When the worm is dead, which ever fed

On the heart that dared caress it, —
When the gay, false light of the eye so bright

Be too true for the thought to smother, —
When the art be lost, hither demon tossed,

And man tempt not his brother; —

Then^ peaceful and blest, fh)m toil ye may rest;

Else, rest is but in heaven ;
!For shame still lies in sad, wet eyes,

Still hearts with woe are riven.
Then, brothers, on ! though the night be gone.

And the morning glory breaking.
Though your toils be blest, ye may not rest,

For ganger, danger's waking!

FANNIE FOBRBSTVB*



Woman's Mission*

Sisters of our noble order,
What have we to do or dare?

What our mission, where oiir station.
What the honors we may share?

Room for work the world affords us ;

White the field, the laborers few;
Shall we enter with the gleaners?

Follow BtUI the tried and true?

Say you, " Ah, our fetters bind us ;
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Castom Arowns upon our efforts,
And we wish her praise to wear.

" Well we know the Master calleth;

Hear we now his sacred voice, —
* Save the erring^, shield the tempted.

Bid the burthened heart rejoice.'

•• But in vain we seek responses
From our earthly guides to-day;

Tremblingly we hear them falter, —
• Let us labor. Tou 'may pray.' "

Sisters, shall our hearts, responsive

To the call of Jesus, rise ?
Or for less than mess of pottage

Barter birthright to the skies?

Crowned for toil, for work promoted^

Our reward in vain we crave I
Sisters, let us grasp the falling,

As we hope ourselves to save.

Strength with strength, each for the othert

Brothers, sisters, equals all !
Christ our pattern, truth our measure.

Rouse we at our duty's call I

Kow the censure, — then the welcome ;

Here the toll, the pain, the strife, ^
There the sheaves of souls immortal,

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JPlaying New Settlement,

Cftaroder*.— James, George, William, Dick, Tom, Frank,
Sam, arid Tim.

James. Now school is out, let us play ** Going out
West and starting a new settlement." I will be the old-
est man, and what they call a pioneer, and I will ask
you all the questions, because we want none but good
and useful people out there. Now, George, what will
you be?

George. I will be a fardier.

James. That is tip-top to start with ; we couldn*t.get
along without grass and grain. We want bread and
potatoes, and beef and mutton, and butter and cheese ;
so you are one of the most iniportant men wc can select
for our settlement. Bill, what will you be?

William. Well, I guess I will be a carpenter.

James. That comes just right, for we must have
houses for ourselves, stables for our horses, and bams
for our cows ; besides, there will be gates and fences to
make and mend. Dick, will you go out West with us?

Dick. Yes, James, I will go and be a hunter.

James.. Well, you can shoot prairie chickens and wild
ducks. Take one of Parker's shot-guns, and a fishing-
rod, and a trap and a net, and you can supply us with
game while we wait for George's corn and potatoes to
grow. We will live like aldermen, but without their
wine and brandy sauce and champagne suppers. Tom,
what will you do ?

Tom. I wanted to be a hunter, but Dick has taken my
place, so I guess I'll stay at home out there and be a
shoemaker.

James. Good! We shall want boots and shoes. \
shouldn't like to go barefooted out there in the long.

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Wild grass : the snakes might bite my bare feet. You
must make temperance boots. You know drunken Jack
Meyers has snakes in his boots. I guess the reason was
that his mouth, not the leather, was water-proof. Frank,
you will go with us, won't you?

Frank. Certainly, and I will be a tailor, next door to
Tom, the shoemaker.

James, As we are all teetotalers, we can afford to
wear good clothes, and pay for them. What wlU you be,
Sam?

Sam. I guess I will follow my father's trade, and be
a blacksmith.

James. We want you to shoe our horses and mend
our ploughs and threshing-machines. What will you be,
Tim?

Tim. I will keep tavern.

James, Will you keep a temperance tavern?

Tim, No, sir.

James, Then you can't go with us, for we don't want
any liquor sold in our new settlement.

Tim, Why not ?

James, Because, if we have a rum-tavern we shall
soon want a poor-house and a hospital and a jail ; besides,
your business will make the new settlers lazy and
quarrelsome. If George drinks, he won't plough, and
sow, and reap; if Bill drinks, he won't build our houses
for us ; if Dick drinks, he won't catch fish for us, — he will
be a ** sucker " himself; if Tom drinks, he won't make
boots, — If he does, the snakes will get into them ; If Frank
drinks, he won't make good clothes, — his own habits
will be bad ; if Sam drinks, he won't do much black-
smithing. We want some of the girls to go with us, to
teach school and keep house, and they won't go if we
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vote. All In favor of having a rum-shop In our new
settlement, say " Ay." [All shout " JVo."] There, Tim,
did you hear that? You can't go with us, unless you
choose a better calling, because it will be there just as
it is out in Slabtown. There all the farmers and me-
chanics who go to the tavern are poor, and the tavern-
keeper alone is rich. His wife and children dress y^ell,
and all their neighbors are in rags ; but I heard the land-
lord say he would give all he is worth if bis boys did
not drink so hard. oeorob w. bungat.



Crystal Springs.

In Eden's green retreats,

A water-brook — that played
Between soft, mossy seats.
Beneath a plane-tree's shade,
Whose rustling leaves
Danced o'er its brink —
Was Adam's drink.
And also Eve's.

Beside the parent spring

Of that young brook, the pair
Their morning chant would sing;
And Eve, to dress her hair.
Kneel on the grass
That fringed its side,
And make its tide
Her lookiog-glass.

And when the man of God
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They thirsted, and his rod
Smote the Arabian rock;
And forth a rill
Of water gushed,
And on they rushed,
And drank their fill.

Would Eden thus have smiled.

Had wine to Eden come?
Would Horeb's parching wild
Have been refreshed with mmf
And had Eve's hair
Been dressed in gin,
Would she have been
Reflected fair?

Had Moses built a still,

And dealt out to that host
To every man his gill,
And pledged him in a toast, — ^
How large a band
Of Israel's sons
Had laid their bones
In Canaan's land?

Sweet fields beyond death's flood
Lie clothed in living green ; ,
For, from the throne of God,
To freshen all the scene,
A river rolls,
Where all who will
May come and fill
Their crystal bowls. .

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If Eden's strength and bloom

Cold water thus hath given,—
If, even beyond the tomb,
It is the drink of heaven, —
Are not good wells
And crystal springs*
Ilie very things
For our Hotels?

JOHN piEBPOizrr*



Found Dead.



Found dead in a doorway on Chestnut Street,

Just when the night and the morning meet,

An elderly man, with scant, white hair I

And all that told what had brought him there

Was a bottle of brandy, or gin, or rum,

To show that the murder, by drink, was done.

Drifted the cruel snow o'er his form,

Pelted adown all the merciless storm ^

Icicles formed in his tangled hair.

Froze to his temples and crusted there ;

Stiff were the fingers so wrinkled and thin ;

Through rags, rents, and tatters, the ice-breath crept in;

Blue, cold*, and frozen, the poor tired feet

Covered alone by the bitter night's sleet.

Down in his eyes the one gaslight glared,

And nobody knew him, and nobody cared !

Out in the whirling, blinding snow ! —

Who was the outcast? Does nobody know?

Nobody knew, and nobody cared

How either *the soul or the body fared!

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Only the bottle the story told, —
Homeless and helpless, friendless and old;
Stapefled, starving, suffering, sick;
Begging a bed, and getting a kick ;
Shoved to the side by a selfish world,
Careless how soon to eternity hurled.
Oh, the ushering out of that lonely soul I
Ko bell in the tall, grand steeple to toll!
No mourners to gather and weep around,—
. Only the wind with its wailing sound ;
Only the trees tossed their skeleton arms
Against the sky, at the wind's alarms I
Long, long ago, on a fond mother's breast
He may have been pillowed to innocent rest;
Mother's love bent over him, over him wept,
Over him many a long vigil kept;
Fondled him tenderly, lovingly smiled, —
For, in the past, he was somebody's child I
Somebody's darling, somebody's pet, —
Sure mother-love then was as mother-love yet I
Smooth back the scattered locks from the poor brow«
As did that moth^ once, strangers do now ;
Lift him up tenderly, bear him away,
Jeer not at his weakness, nor cruel words say.
For the s^ke of the white hairs, though fallen so low I
How much he was tempted, we none of us know I
After him long years the foe may have crept.
Watching him while waking, still watched as ho slept;
Robbing him, torturing, stealing his youth ;
Sowing the seed for this last hour's yuth ;
Taunting him, sneering, crushing him down,
Sending him staggering ** out on the town; "
Out of a happy home, out of its light,
Into despair, darkness, gloomiest night.

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We only see with our earth vision weak;

As mortals we judge, and as mortals we speak.

Above there is One all trae and all wise,

Who, looking adown from the npper skies,

And reading each heart in its secret thought,

Understands, comprehends, when we discern not;

And out in that lonely night, starless and cold,

With that poor wanderer, weary and old,

He may have been, and forgiven all I

Heeds he not even the sparrow's fall ?

Saved he not even the thief on the tree?

Such was our lesson of dear Calvary.

But weep for the living, ay, shudder for them;

Weep for the fallen and tempted of men.

Moan, moan for the \^idows and orphans rum makes I

Moan, moan for the hearts that the rumseller breaks I

Think you of the lives he has wasted and spoiled!

Look you at his garments, with blood-stains how soiled!

Well do the knife, and the rope, and the ball.

Owe him a tithe, for he feedeth them all I

I look on the bubbles that dance on the edge,

And see, shndderingly, the dark precj^ice ledge ;

I look at the color so ruby and bright.

And see just below It despair's darkest ni^t I .

In that cup's honeyed depth there is direst of woe I

Do you doubt ? do you doubt ? that dead man found It so I

Dead, dead in a doorway on Chestnut Street I

Thence to a final judgment sent I

Thence to the steps of the great White Throne,

Into His presence who sits thereon, —

The greatest Maker of the greatest laws ;

The truest Judge of the criminal's cause.

Dead, dead in the doorway 1^ alone, all alone!

Only the night-wind to echo his moan.

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But above from. His throne the Great Jad^s^e saw,
The Jast Judge, who judged the liquor law I
The liquor itself, the accursed thing I
The liquor slaves, and the Liquor King I

TEMPLARS' MAOAZINS.



To JOrink, or Not To JOrink.

If I drink what is called moderately y I may easily be
led, like many others, to drink to excess ; but if I drink
none at all, there cannot be the least possible danger.

If I take a littley others who follow my example, being
weaker or not so careful as myself, may be led on to
drunkenness ! but if I entirely abstain, I set an example
which is safe for everybody to follow.

If I drink but a little, and keep a small stock for my
ftiends in the way of hospitality, it will cost a con-
siderable sum of money ; but abstinence is a che^p sys-
tem, and tends to promote economy among all over whom
it may. exercise any influence.

If I take now and then a glass, I am liable to be sus-
pected of taking more ; but no suspicion can attach to
erUire abstinence.

If I drink intoxicating liquor at all, I virtually praise
the liquor; but if I abstain, I raise a decided protest
against it.

If I am ever so moderate, I am identified with the
drinking party and the drinking system ; but if I abstain,
I connect myself with those who are working to save the
country from its greatest foe.

If I take my glass, I cannot heartily reprove the drunk-
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ard, nor recommend my own example to him with
effect ; but if I am a teetotaler, I can do so with confi-
dence and a hope of success.

If I take a litMe, I am one remove from perfect sobriety ;
but if I take nothing stronger than water, milk, or tea, I
shall always be perfectly sober.



Speech for the Maine Law.

Ye friends of moderation, who think a reformation
Of moral renovation would benefit our nation 5
Who deem intoxication, with all its dissipation.
In every rank and station, the cause of degradation,
Of which your observation gives daily demonstration ;
Who see the ruination, distress, and desolation,
The open violation of moral obligation,
The wretched habitation, without accommodation,
Or any regulation for common sustentation,
A scene of deprivation unequalled in creation ;
A frequent desecration of Sabbath ordination ;
The crime and depredation, defying legislation;
The awful profanation of common conversation ;
The mental aberration and dire infatuation.
With every sad gradation, to maniac desperation.

Te who, with consternation, behold this devastation,
And utter condemnation on all inebriation.
Why sanction its duration? Or show disapprobation
Of any combination for its extermination?

The Maine Law operation will lessen our taxation;
And such f declaration, that sufiiers no temptationt



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Nor any palliation of this abomination,

Will prove a sure foundation against the devastation

Which threatens the whole nation with moral degrada-

tion, —
The utter extirpation of whiskey ruination,
By power of legal suasion, forbid all emanation
Of brewers' fermentation, or poisonous preparation
Of spirit distillation, nor any vain libation.
Producing stlmnlation, premonitor of desolation.

We give an invitation to all in every station,
And ask consideration of our determination.
Yes, without hesitation, we ask co-operation,
Not doubting imitation will raise your estimation,
And by continuation afford you consolation ;
For, in participation with Maine Law agitation.
You may, by actuation, insure the preservation